An ex­ile for the faith,
Of His in­car­nate Lord,
Beyond the stars, be­yond all space,
His soul in vi­sion soared.

There saw in glo­ry Him
Who liv­eth, and was dead,
There Ju­dah’s Li­on, and the Lamb
That for our ran­som bled.

There of the king­dom learned
The mys­te­ries sub­lime;
How, sown in mar­tyrs’ blood, the faith
Should spread from clime to clime.

Lord, give us grace, like him,
In Thee to live and die;
To spurn the fleet­ing things of earth,
And seek for joys on high.

Jesu, our ris­en Lord,
We praise Thee and adore,
Who art with God the Fa­ther One
And Spi­rit ev­er­more.